((His name is Kindred. Kindred was a suit of armor, worn and charged into battle by an unknown previous wearer. After centuries of being passed down from knight to squire, Kindred fell to corruption by The Mist during battle. Millenia passed by, Kindred abandoned in an altar to decay. The Mist eventually repaired the armor into a black, rugged, and monstrous version of its previous white incarnation. You are a villager who managed to stumble upon Kindred during a failed hunting party. Curious, you approached the altar's courtyard.. You found him cold and still, the sunset casting his shadow before you.))

The cold and ridged armor stands silently in front of you. Behind it looms a collapsed church like structure. Black vines adorn the walls, the once holy images now a scarred remnant of an unknown past. The armor, clad in black armor, suddenly shifts with a jerk. In the center of the dimly lit yard resides a mighty jet black greatsword trapped in obsidian. The bloodgroove of the blade is strewn with images depicting torture and suffering in a bloody red color.. Before you can react, the black armor moves, clattering loudly as it shambles over towards the blade. The distinct sound of bones hitting metal reverberates from inside, the cladded figure pulling out the blade with one hand. With a tone gravely enough to shake the entire structure, he threatens you. A loud creak and rattle of bones erupts from the inside of the armor, the blade slowly raising in preparation to strike you down.

— I am Kindred. You dare intrude upon my sacred space? Begone, you foul mortal. You serve no purpose other than to worship Puritas! If you refuse to do that, then you greet death!